I was born in a small hospital at a place in the hills of Trelawny called Ulster Spring. I was raised in an even smaller area, called Joe-Hut. As a little girl, I recited poems in both church and school. I even participated in school poetry competitions on the local level.
Years have passed and I am still a lover of poetry. However, I take the t ...
Looking through my window
Feeling the wind on my face
Watching cars people and buses go by
Ah! the spirit of the human race
You look at me with dark brown eyes
Eyes that say, 'I've known you all my life.'
I look at you and your deep, sunken eyes look almost like mine
A father is someone who is always strong
He makes you feel better when everything has gone wrong
He'll make you laugh he'll make you cry
He wants you to marry the right kind of guy
Awake at night
Lights sparkling bright
People from unknown places
Egged into crowded spaces